the Rural

The tradition..the modest..class is permanent...

My country people, welcome to my hood, everybody knows everybody...

everyone you might come across is your relative...

either way, its of the original relation..our language our code of identity..

of water,of fire,of stone..we are of the same…

language barrier never the barrier..but for the stammers...

machamacham for the neighbours too..vulgar sounds fun in mother language...

a Family name always the main game..for we play for the badge, in the DNA we say or hear…

modernity the game change..culture reserved in change...

the sense of home away from home..

The country side, tourists at home..serenity as as beautiful as silence…

greener pastures, water ways but then want aways..digging deeper got us strangers...

the island of relevance to relatives..of the founding fathers, the ancestral trace.. 

a person of colour, a land of origin,

digging deeper got us strangers..regret comes of age so wisdom…

home of beliefs, as cultured in value as virtue and vices..a visitor's orientation...

long calls to reach out, long 'journeys' to meet up...

ancestor's let up to descendants..inheritance owned up..

the root for black magic..for what we do of service..

 

Home of polite societies, illiteracy to be taken for...

anxious yet naive to the 'new' technology..the informatio era..

Modernization at the door, civilization with the knock…

Counties to counting, of impacting communities and transform lives…

Of the city invasions as of the  rural inventions..

multifold descendants , but one emerges above all..

little grassroot people can change the world..fat sons of the peasant farmers..

people change, culture change, can't quit poverty..feel the change, people get engaged..

where is the rural home of the city's rurals?  the critic to the urban…

the extra when we go back 'home' of the 'unwanted' spirit…

 

For better for worse, home sweet home...

dreams off to the city..dreams back to resignation...

Rest In Peace addresses, home for the best rest…

chickens back home to roost for investments opportunities...

Goodwill is devaluable..pay me my respect, keep your money…

we go out to find what we need, we come home only to find 'it'…

spending on loyalties, of royalties  is of opportunities…

the rural cycle is that we are of and from the same..cut from the same  material..

not easy to be green..a parent is as happy as the least happy child...

them roots wonders, them routes originated...

the world is of changes, evolution is to adapt..

serenity at its place..home sweet home.